Christmas 2018 was the same as any other :- Trips to the Christmas markets, meetings with friends, Nativity, Carol and Christmas morning services in church. The big family dinner all gathered round the table and board games played as we digested the previously ingested Christmas feast.
The day arrives: 27th December 2018, the day my test was booked for. We check out of our hotel in Blackpool and drop our stuff at my cousins - and we drive back to Manchester for the appointment. As we enter the hospital car park, we find a space easily and walk to the main entrance of the hospital, opposite side to the gynaecology department.
We take a seat in the waiting area and it's not long until we are asked to come through to the next waiting area. I'm given a surgical gown and asked to strip from the waist down and remove my bra, as I can't be wearing any metal, as the procedure is an X-ray. Once I'm changed I leave my clothes in the cubicle, hand my valuables to Nick and we wait in this new, smaller waiting area for me to be called through to the scan room. Another man is sat there waiting for his wife/partner to return.
After a few minutes, I'm called in, I put my glasses on the chair at the side and I sit up on the scan table. My details are checked and logged on the computer in the protection booth. I'm asked to lie down, put my feet together and open my knees. They then inject some special ink into my uterus so it can travel up my fallopian tubes and be seen on the X-ray.
That is what happened in practical and medical terms ... the reality it was much, much different.
Oh my word the pain was unbelievable, it was like I had been injected with, what can only be described as, the sharpest "pins-and-needles" you could ever imagine. Those pins-and-needles entered through my vagina, into my uterus and up through my fallopian tubes. I screamed and shrieked so loudly that the blood curdling sound could be heard where Nick was sat waiting for me to come out. Afterwards Nick described it as very loud. Once the ink had travelled to where it needed to go the table lifted higher and I was asked lie as still as I could, as the X-ray camera moved up and down, above my body, taking the images it needed to prove my that my fallopian tubes were actually clear.
That was good news - at least that isn't another barrier for us to work through.
So we need to keep going with me taking Clomid tablets and trying to conceive and wait for our midway appointment to that the tablets are working as they should.
We travelled back to Blackpool, stopped for a hot drink on the way, and had the best sort of medicine anyone could - time with family to continue the Christmas celebrations.
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